Terrible 2's, Trying 3's and Freaking 4's.

Ok, so apparently we're out of the "terrible 2's" which weren't that terrible, but now we're in the "trying 3's" and they suck already...and he's technically not 3 until the end of September. I just don't understand how they can be so sweet and loving one minute, and sheer terror the next. I'm not one to punish (just ask Glen), but I've now had to put my adorable little monster in time out twice. I make sure that what he does is worthy of time out, because otherwise I just listen to him cry for 3 minutes and who really wants to listen to that? He has recently decided that he doesn't need to eat anything of substance. He'd rather have the junk. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm a great eater, but I always eat something substantial for each meal before eating the junk. He just wants the junk. So, Glen and I are having to crack down and he now no longer gets any sweets in between meals unless he's actually eaten a meal. Today for instance, he thought he deserved pudding after eating 2 bites of rice. I told him no, he threw a massive fit and then proceeded to kick Brooklyn in the face because she came near him while he was throwing his fit. So, off to time out we went. 3 minutes. His fit got even worse after time out was over, and so Aunt Ann took him off to bed for a much needed nap. What a way to ruin my hour with him...fit throwing and time out. Let's hope he takes a good nap, because I'm not sure I'll have the patience to deal with another fit like this one tonight. He may be in bed by 7 if it keeps up. And I wonder why my blood pressure is so freakin high. Hmm...